Short Muscled Poems

Under
The full moon
El Matador
Dressed in his Bolero
Held pose

His lean
Muscled form
Above the norm
Now shows a pounch from age
Still loved...

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Oyster's Bay And Point Can Tell,

Where The Pearls Of Light Do Dwell.

Along The Meat Of Muscled Shell,

Across Points Bay, ... Feat, Feat, We Shall!...

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Oysters Bay And Point Could Tell!

Where The Pearls Of Light Do Dwell!

Along The Meat Of Muscled Shells!

Across Point's Bay, .... Feat, Feat, .... We, Shall!...

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On cloud nine,
In muscled arms,
You listen to me,
You left your mark,
In the bark,
That is my skin,
Scars and markings,
Speak my story,
You’re a brief part of it all....

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Down at the local health club site
Where barbells clank with muscled might
The biggest display of competitive pace
Is muscling for the closest parking space

11 September 2014...

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Desire
His wide shoulders
Flowed to narrowed waist
Her eyes locked on his vast manhood
Muscled sculpture captured smooth perfection
Her tongue caressed his lower lip
Spreading thighs he entered
Fulfilling her
Desire





© Kim van Breda – 22 October 2014...

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her daintiness well hidden
Armora slid out of bed
fully sheathed in full armour
ready to fight anything that came along today
A handsomely muscled knave arrived with breakfast.
She let him live.
Her ex-husband popped in.
Where had he gotten a key?
She picked up her sword....

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Scratches on the skin;

Dripping bloods

Rolling down...

Whisper of pain 

Spreading chills in the wind;

Shivering body yearns

for life...

Life played an unfair game 

to a child as wild...

Strong old muscled animal 

Crushed a little flower.

Life is unfair...

Little flower rolling pain, 

sans reason in her brain....

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Do your writings age,
  like wine

Or turn to vinegar,
 —left behind

Do your thoughts get
  old and gray

Or stay well muscled,
 —youth in play

Is your will still yours
  to bend

Enslaved by nothing,
 —sans pretense

Is there love upon
  your tree

There for the picking,
 —wild and free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)...

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All Becomes, All Becomes,
God's Strength And Love!

Seasoned Efforts We Have Brung.

All Becomes, All Becomes,
Our Spirits Sung!

For The Victories Christ's Begun!

All Becomes, All Becomes,
A lead Of,
All Becomes, All Becomes
Our Speed From.

Apart To Center, Muscled Strong.
All Becomes, All Becomes,
God's Strength And Love!!

Paul Zeller Strodach...

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They're wondering how I muscled my way out from those rocks
Lately I feel like mentally I'm trapped in a box
But I've finally found the key and I'm finally free
It's a whole new world so I'm just working on a plan of attack
It's like they see the flame and don't want it back
Some have seen me at my best and some at my worst
But let's say the contract is up and I've broken the curse...

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I wish I could be as gorgeous as you are now. Strong and strong-willed. Muscled and lean. Compact, hard, soft, curved. Covered in sand. You are all long legs, tendons straining to push muscles further. You are all long hair tied back, braided. Concentration written on your face. 4 girls. 1 net. 1 ball. 21 points. And you are a glowing beast.

Dedicated to Misty May-Treanor and Kerry Walsh....

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The bags that sag under glassy eyes are purple
black. His face is downward drawn with pencil neck
and bow bent back. Devoid of chest a mass of thinly muscled
bone and flesh. He strokes Mary Martin at a soirée
by the garden wall. She sings lilacs to hummingbirds
as rainbows rise and fall. She whispers wonders wrapped
in riddles wove in layers, her looks, her touch, her smell,
at a soirée by the garden wall....

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He told me his story, how much he loved her
And all his dreams were rainbow stairs to gold
In their little village their hopes on his shoulder
He thought she knew he was fit man of the fold
For always she pursued him, and ever told him
She would love him forever, and share what wage
Life may offer, she was muscled for good and grim
But ever so often he fled the frank fire of her rage

(incomplete)...

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The beauty of a sunset, she had
Clothed in burning scarlet velvet
Stories of her ghost the silent streets
Children feared her,
She got razing screams, mental
Her hands withered life away
Her horse walk drawn men, dead
Alive, they laughed her
She swallowed their joys, sorrow
Black energy muscled her veins, strength
Like blood flowing freely
Abundance horror, her Queen
Enticed eyes, diamonds
Her tongue of a viper
Dark soul, life sucked...

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Woman 
legs ~ breasts ~ thighs 
hips ~ lips ~ eyes 

Man 
strength ~ muscled ~ arm 
masculine ~ grit ~ charm 

Children 
fun ~ run ~ toys 
playful ~ girls ~ boys 

Baby 
cradles ~ diapers ~ cribs 
sleepers ~ cryers ~ bibs 

Grandparents 
canes ~ glasses ~ walkers 
old ~ wise ~ talkers 

Family 
fathers ~ sons ~ brothers 
daughters ~ sisters ~ mothers


Six Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Mark Toney 
10/10/2018...

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Oh Cupid! You still looking?  It’s me...
Where’s my dream man? You know...muscled he.
And some brains would be nice,
otherwise, no lice,
fumigating has caused allergy.

That stupid pig was NOT company.
He just grunted and rooted, you see.
Take that thing you call bow
and bring my man in tow.
Oh Cupid, where’s the love pin for me?

The lawn regrew from your fiery blaze.
I forgive you, the alcohol raze...
Ev’ry year, I’m older,
so Cupid, I’m bolder!
Justifiable, menopause phase!

Janet Vick...

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Tear me off a piece of truth
from gangly memories of your youth
to show me solidarity 
and snap my cheeks in crimson

Take me on a silver ride
with muscled horses in their stride
absorb the impact of their feet
and glisten me with snow

Lift the veil from off my eyes
and wonder me with sweet surprise
a pocket full of candy cash
to spend in revelry

Break the silence of your past
and sweep the shadows, haunted, cast
to whisk the future in it's ebb
to hold my hand forever......

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